Aye, there we were at northern Vermont,
High atop a mountain one October eve
A lovely maiden and a pauper such as me.
She was so lovely, the finest I'd seen
Eyes that could drown you-Atlantic green!
Skin that was ever so soft and fair,
Cherry flavoured auburn, the colour of her hair!
At the House of Hobbit we sat together
Warmed only by love in the autum weather!
In her eyes I stood with the Atlantic above
my head, as she told me forever she'd love!
She begged I'd believe her love eternal,
My soul it raged like Dante's Inferno!
I promised I'd love her for ever and ever,
She promised that she would leave me never!
Intoxicated were we on whiskey of rye
her black and green striped stockings
and love in her eyes!
With wings and stockings, naked the rest
We made such love
'twas the best!!!
With eyes full of pain and her striped stockings on
She looked right through me and 'poof' she was gone!
And as she departed, she took something of mine,
But left me with memories of love divine!
She left me to stand alone-my heart in her hand...
It 'twas a magickal night in Faerieland!